Hợp âm Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part to Save the Scene and S

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[Verse 1]
[Em]This has been [Am]said so many times
that [B]I'm not sure if [Em]it matters
But we never [Am]stood a chance
And [B]I'm not sure if [Em]it matters
If you [B]are the shores,
[F#m]I am the [Em]waves begging for big [B]moon[F#m] s[Em][Am]
[B]I'm mailing letters to [F#m]addresse[Em]s in a
ghost [B]town[F#m][Em][Am]
[B](Your secret's [C]out)

[Verse 2]
I know this [G]hurts,
it was meant [B]to (it was [C]meant to)
Your secret's [G]out and the best part
[B]is it isn't even a [Em]good one
And it's [C]mind over [Am]you don't,
[B]don't matter
[F#m][C][G][B]

[Verse 3]
[Em]This has been [Am]said so many times
that [B]I'm not sure if [Em]it matters
But it must be [Am]said again that [B]all
us boys are [Em]just screaming
Into [B]microphones for attention
[Em]Because we're just so bore[B]d[Em][Am]
[B]We never knew that you
would [Em]pick it apart, oh
I'm [B]falling apart to songs [Em]about hips
and [Am]hearts
[C](Your secret's out)

[Verse 4]
I know this [G]hurts,
it was meant [B]to (it was [Am]meant [C]to)
Your secret's [G]out and the best part
[B]is it isn't even a [Em]good one
And [Am]it's [C]mind over [Am]you don't,
don't [B]matter[Em]
I used [D]to ob

[Verse 5]
[C]sess over [B]living,
Now I only ob[Em]sess over you
Tell me you'd [D]like [C]boys
[Cm]like me [C]better[B]
In the dark [Em]lying on top of you
(This has [D]been said

[Verse 6]
[C]so man[Cm]y tim[C]es tha[B]t[Em][D][C]
[B]I'm not [Em]sure [D]if [C]it [B]mat[Em]ters)

[Verse 7]
I know this hurts,
[D]it [C]was[B] me[C]ant[G] to (it wa[B]s meant
[C]to)
Your secret's [G]out and the best part
[B]is it isn't even a [Em]good one
And [Am]it's [C]mind over you [B]don't, don't,
don't, don't [Em]mat ter

[Verse 8]
From [Em]day one I talked about getting out
But not forgetting about how my
worst fears are letting out
He said why put a new address
On the same old loneliness
When breathing just passes the time
Until we all just get old and die
Now talking's just a waste of breath and
living's just a waste of death
And why [Em]put a new address on
the same old loneliness
And this is you and me
And me and you until we've got nothing left